A/N: This is a series of stories. I don’t know how many at the moment. Maybe four, probably more. I just figured I’d put them all together instead of separately because they’re all just short, stupid, fun, funny fics –say that ten times fast- that are of course based on quick meetings and maybe some romance.

Warnings: Slash. Obscene language. General weirdness, but nothing new to people who read my stories.

Summary:A knight tells his tales to a tavern of drunkards over and over until he notices a certain lone figure with stunning looks sitting alone at a table. Upon approaching the figure, he practically trips and fall straight into his lap. Interesting… please read and enjoy.

Feedback: Always loved and accepted.

A/N: There’s a preview for the next story/chapter at the end of this story if you aren’t too fond of this one, give that a little read to see if you like the idea.

The gathering of listeners cackled in laughter at every juncture of words as they heard the tale of how the young beauty in the center of the room had defeated the small army of dragons single-handedly. Drinks in hand, there was no reason for any face in that room to be saddened or depressed. Every hand held a drink, every face, a smile, except that shorter man in the dark corner. The others were all tall except for the woman. The men were brawny and tall and you could easily pick out the foreigners, like this other man. The dragon-slayer was also foreign to this land.

The stranger was beautiful, if he let you see under his black long cloak, and swaying curly black hair that threatened to poke his eyes out as it passed over them. His skin was smooth, flawless, and fair. His eyes were green rimmed and black. Pitch black. He glanced up from where he sat meditating, every once in a while to watch the group of adults, hookers, knights, and drunkards, as they watched the youth intently finish his story for yet the fifth time in two hours. He sighed and looked away again.

A laughing woman came over with a drink on a tray and a large rack dangerously hanging out of her dress. She laughed as the entire party of people did and they calmed down starting to talk amongst themselves in smaller parties. She came over to him chewing something continuously and loudly in her oversized mouth; her red hair dangling in her cleavage as she leaned seductively over and placed the drink in front of him.

“What can I do ya for?” She asked smiling a crooked yellow smile.

“You can remove yourself from my sight.” He snapped venomously and quick.

The dangerous threat in his voice made her sober up immediately and only glare at him for a moment before trotting off to seduce another more willing man.

The youth –now free from his audience- finished his pint and scanned the room.

His sights immediately caught on the loner that had scared the waitress. Their gazes locked for a moment; or what little of the stranger’s gaze the youth could see.

He smiled and talked his way away from his company and walked over to the stranger. He was decorated in his regular short tunic which now barely hung from his shoulders, his white blouse underneath, that opened revealing his perfect skin and the cleave of his chest, his stockings drooped from the weight of the large sword at his left side and his dirty brown knee-high boots clung to his legs from the water and sweat of his adventure.

No doubt his sword still held dragon’s blood from the massacre he had just preformed. He had shone off the sword to the onlookers as he elaborated with it, his actions.

His pure blonde locks spilled helplessly-tangled over his shoulders and halfway down his back. A small tie was straining under the pressure to hold his hair together and a loose ribbon fruitlessly tried to help the hair tie. His even green eyes shot out from under his blonde locks making him even harder to forget.

He’s the kind of man that even if you’re horrible with names, you’ll always remember his from the moment you meet him or hear about him.

“Hello.” He greeted soberly, which seemed a quite impressive feat considering how much alcohol he’d consumed in the gathering. He did however show other signs the alcohol was affecting his costume of a gentleman trying to win someone’s honor.

He leaned on the stranger’s table rather rudely, crossing his legs.

“I’ve seen you before.” He stated without slurring.

The stranger’s cloak covered him completely, revealing only the brim of his black curls, his frowning face, piercing eyes, and the tips of his boots.

“No doubt.” The man replied coldly. To anyone else, this comment would have discouraged them and made them walk away with a feeling of hatred toward themselves for interrupting his world. The young dragon slayer however was not swayed.

“My name is Bradon Dartanion. I’ve seen you watching me.”

“You must also realize every other perverted idiot within a ten meter radius has also been watching you. You were loud enough to attract the eye of every overzealous imbecile in town.” He retorted angrily.

“Yes, but what made me catch your eye?” He was unfazed by the onslaught of anger. The stranger regressed suddenly. His emotions calmed to a dull roar and a slim hand protruded from his cloak to sit in his lap as he leaned back to better assess this man before him.

“I watched you because you interest me.” He retorted honestly; speaking his mind, as always.

“How?” Bradon asked, leaning closer, now intrigued with this stranger’s lucid and beautiful voice.

“I have ears. You say you slay dragons.” He commented, as if it had been completely obvious.

“You’re too cunning to only be interested in me because I killed some stupid dragons.” He was cunning as well as he smirked.

“You’re right. That’s not my interest. My interest is how you could so easily lie to them. They are gullible though.”

Bradon’s mood immediately changed to shock and he looked around quickly to see if anyone else had heard.

“What? How…?”

“You’re so readable. Coming from experience, most humans that have slain dragons do not brag about the fact because they know the simple truth: that it brings no joy to do so. Another thing. Dragons blood is not red, like that that covers your blade. You have human blood on your sword from a battle you joined near the edge of the forest, probably in the defense of your money.” Bradon became quite shocked at how much the stranger could guess so accurately. Then he wondered if the stranger had been following him and he simply hadn’t known about it. “I didn’t follow you. I know that’s what you’re thinking. It is only elementary. You look wealthy and you appear to be an excellent swordsman judging by your strong body and resilience to alcohol.”

“You are very wise then, to be able to guess so much, so correctly.” He paused leaning closer, letting his eyes sink into this stranger’s. “What color blood do dragons have?”

“What kind?” The stranger replied coolly.

“Kind?” Bradon asked quickly; dumbfounded.

“There are twenty different types of dragons.” The stranger told him dryly.

“Really?” He asked surprised and even more intrigued. “You’re quite smart.” Bradon smiled. The wood creaked under his shifting body. He was about to reach out his hand to touch the stranger’s face when the table’s balance, and his, was lost. The table toppled over and Bradon lost his footing, falling to the floor on the stranger. His face fell right into the stranger’s lap.

Thankfully, the rest of the pub was too happy and into their own conversations to care that Bradon’s face was in the stranger’s crotch.

Bradon pushed himself back quickly and watched the stranger stand in one swift motion.

Now this drew the attention of the pub. His elegant nature frightened some and mystified others. Bradon was looking up to him, frightened and angry that the table had betrayed him and left him sprawled on the floor. The stranger glared down at Bradon as if he were God under that cloak and he were higher than everybody else in the world. They all seemed to feel that portrayal land on them and see him as some greater being.

“I… I…” Bradon started, but couldn’t finish. He wanted to just give up on any try he had been attempting. This man, or god, would never speak to him again for any reason, but he felt a flush of anger suddenly, with both himself for feeling inferior and to this man for being so superior in every way.

His anger melted away like sweat as the man enveloped him in his large black cloak and picked him off the floor and into his arms. He felt suddenly like he was in his mother’s arms again and he was only three. They were gone from the pub like air as if they had glided out on the gasping breaths of the bystanders they passed. It was silent as they left and no sound was made until they were out of range to hear it.

Bradon felt surprised and relieved to be out of that stuffy crowded hole in the dirt.

The stranger’s cloak hood had fallen back to reveal his long curling black locks that draped into his hood now. As the man strode with Bradon still in his arms his hair flew back and away from his long soft neck.

So precious. Bradon thought longingly. He leaned into that charming neck and licked its softness. He tasted that throat, letting his lips lock over his throbbing pulse.

He stopped suddenly and gasped out in Bradon’s ear, but Bradon was transfixed with this man’s pulse that beat in his head and he could hear his own too, then he could hear them both and he heard his heart match its beat to his.

They were on the ground suddenly and Bradon came to his senses. He released his hold on the stranger’s neck and kissed it softly. The scent of this man was like the smell of pine and apple, and now his own scent. The one that meant he was elated, his pheromone. It drove Bradon wild, but he didn’t want to push his luck.

“What is your name?” Bradon asked, letting his hand wander up into this beautiful creature’s hair and running through those silky strands.

“Astrex.” The stranger answered, finally losing his composure and seeming to be overtaken with the lust that Bradon had stirred in him.

“That’s beautiful.” Bradon whispered seductively. He could feel Astrex’s breath on his face. He wrapped his hand around Astrex’s neck and pulled their faces closer together with no resistance from the stranger. “Just take me.” He demanded forcefully and their mouths met in passion.

END

A/N: Okay, Chapter 1 is done. What do you think? There will be more, of course. Different kinds of romance and meeting styles of all different kinds of ages. The next few will be more of ‘today’ thing.

PREVIEW: “Hello there!” She called excitedly to the hordes of co-workers drinking around her. She was obviously proud of her work on the party and its success thus far. “I know this is just our little Christmas…”

A small brunet beside her coughed loudly to interrupt.

“…slash Hanukah party…” The girl was satisfied with the change to the title of the party. “but I would like to make one last order for this year. I have set up several mistletoe around this house and I am demanding that any two people caught under one of these little decorations, honor its importance and kiss. I don’t care who you are. This will be good for everybody! Remember, this is a time for celebration. Don’t be shy, and don’t hesitate to grab a co-worker and pull them under the little greenery! Don’t forget about the open bar!” She laughed and took a sip of her wine. “Now have fun! Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukah!”

A/N: You can see where this would lead to all sorts of… situations.